Alien Executioner

"Tell me everything you know!"

An Ran's expression became solemn, and he began to pay attention to the person in front of him. He was valuable, and his value was far greater than he had imagined.

The Alphabet Organization is not as simple as the Countermeasures Bureau thought. Over the years, their understanding of the organization has been limited to individual members and the number of members.

Why haven’t you thought that one letter code may have more than one member?

"Well, the other member C is Li Yun, but he didn't tell anyone else. He only told me because my goal is the same as his."

The man struggled symbolically, but was doomed to failure.

"I say...can you take these horrible tentacles away?" His voice was slightly bitter.

"If you want me to consider your cooperation, don't say anything else. What is your purpose?" An Ran didn't care about his feelings at all.

Mr. Cat Ears asked back: "Will you believe the answer I give?"

"I will judge for myself."

"In order to prevent the arrival of the King of Death, this is actually a long-term plan. As the director, you should know what the King of Death is, right? I will tell you slowly and in detail, but... why don't we have a drink and have a good chat? I prepared the best Bordeaux, the kind you love the most."

Mr. Cat Ears seemed to have been prepared for a long time, just waiting for An Ran to step into the laboratory.

Chapter 149: Strange Friends (Part )

In the room at the bottom of the laboratory, the comfortable air-conditioning rolled up my sleepiness. The fluorescent light of a computer became the only source of light. On the table was a bottle of Bordeaux. The man slowly poured it into the glass. The wine was deep red and purple, and the air was filled with a faint aroma of wine.

He pushed his glass across the table and raised his own glass as well.

"For our steadfast cooperation, Director An Ran, perhaps this is the first time you get to know me."

An Ran pushed the cup away and stared at Mr. Cat Ears with interest. At this moment, the man took off his mask, revealing a cruel face.

What is puzzling is that he never took off the cat ear decoration on his head.

"How long have you been here?" An Ran didn't even look at the red wine.

"I am the supervisor here, but not the person in charge. I know that things here can be traced back to two years at most."

The man spoke the truth. For him, there was no point in lying to An Ran. He lowered his head to lick the wine, appearing nonchalant under the fluorescent light.

"You breed so many freaks not just to carry out antisocial actions, right?"

"The emergence of the freaks stems from an experiment. This place is called the Fourth Laboratory. The original purpose of its construction was to select suitable carriers from the First Laboratory in order to complete the project called Fallen Angels. Most of these test subjects are children, and they are all orphans. Then, they are implanted with the Devouring Sorrow."

"This is so crazy." An Ran couldn't help but say.

Mr. Cat Ears raised his head, looked into her bloodshot eyes and nodded:

"You're right... But at first, they didn't implant the Devouring Sorrow into the children. Instead, they placed the children in liquid tanks for cultivation. The person in charge was very excited when he learned about the Fallen Angel Project. He had heard of experiments on artificial alien species but had never come into contact with them, so he tried to implant the Devouring Sorrow into the children's bodies." Shan

A trace of disgust flashed in the man's eyes:

"This was beyond his authority, but he still succeeded. A small number of children survived and became compatible with the foreign Devouring Sorrow. To be honest, this step is enough. They also discovered a bigger secret. The Devouring Sorrow fits into the human body in order to survive. Although they have alien hearts, they have inherited souls. When they see a suitable body, they will certainly not miss the opportunity to resurrect." Lin

He chuckled and revealed a huge secret.

"Although the alien species cannot change their bodies at will like the original sorrow, they can also inherit the memories before death by transplanting the Devouring Sorrow. This can be regarded as... a form of resurrection, or perhaps the inheritance of memory? But this will be a long process."

An Ran thought of Gu Zhilan, but she was not disturbed by the memory from Devouring Sorrow.

“But the Devouring Sorrow also understands that it is incompatible with the human body, so it will actively produce a reconciling liquid to stabilize the conflict between the two.” Mr. Cat Ears narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Could it be serum No. 4?" An Ran had already guessed the answer.

"To be precise, they are called Srxc cells. These xenomorph repair cells are mainly found in the heart of the artificial xenomorph to maintain the connection with the Devouring Sorrow."

"Never heard of it." An Ran shook his head.

"The person in charge had these cells extracted and used to make serum. He believed that these repair cells could make up for the defects of artificial xenomorphs, so why not others?"

"So he used the serum on animals, and monsters were created." An Ran felt that he understood.

"You are wrong, freaks have never been animals." Mr. Cat Ears said lightly.

The way he addressed An Ran began to change.

This is not a sign of being drunk. For Mr. Cat Ears, cooperation needs to be based on equality. It is difficult to seize opportunities if you act inferior.

"Oh?"

An Ran was a little surprised. She raised the wine glass but did not drink it. Instead, she looked at the man through the crimson liquid for a long time, then shook her head with a wry smile.

"What joke did you come up with?" The man thought she was angry.

"I was just trying to determine whether you were lying. I can read your emotions. It's... a small ability of being an evil god."

"Evil God?" He was surprised.

"Of course it's fake. I'm a monster that no one can understand. I won't go crazy because of devouring, and I won't show all kinds of strange abilities. These have nothing to do with the blood of the ancient gods. Only I know... I'm not actually a follower. There were two bottles of the blood of the ancient gods in front of me, but I didn't have the desire to drink them. To me, they are just garbage, not even as good as my own blood."

After saying this, An Ran took a sip of the red wine in the glass, and then slowly said:

"A monster that can read other people's emotions to determine whether they are lying...it's easy to make people uneasy."

"So what did you read?" Mr. Cat Ears was very curious about this.

An Ran sighed.

"I'm sorry, but you didn't lie. Everything you said was true. But there are some truths that I don't want to hear, which means the truth has already slipped away from me."

"But I showed up at this time, didn't I?" the man said with a smile, but the smile looked terrible on that completely ruined face.

"This is unbelievable. You, as the letter V, betrayed this organization and brought these secrets to me. Is this interesting?"

"Then are you still willing to listen to me?"

"Aren't you afraid that what you say will lose its value after you finish speaking?"

An Ran put the glass down and looked into his eyes.

"You are too confident. To be honest, I don't even know your name."

"Does the name matter? If possible, you can call me Mr. V. What's the point of calling a dead person a name?" the man said.

"You said you were dead, what does that mean?" An Ran was a little confused.

"You noticed that I have no heartbeat, and I can't even feel my Devouring Sorrow, right?" Mr. V stood up and walked to the computer on the wall.

An Ran watched the man move slowly as Mr. V began to operate this relatively old-fashioned computer and called up some images of the experiment.

He scratched the pink cat ears on his head.

"Because three years ago I was still a human, but unfortunately I encountered an alien. She tore my face apart and ate me and my wife alive, so I am dead now."

When Mr. V said this, he suddenly sighed, trying to hide the sadness in his words. He turned sideways and looked at An Ran deeply.

"But my wife and I were both resurrected. It was a sad beast. To be more precise, it rebuilt a body for us, so I am who I am now."

"Unbelievable." After a long time, An Ran stood up.

Is it sad again...

"It said it was called Bagosas, so I called it Bagosas."

When Mr. V said the name of the beast, An Ran was stunned and blinked.

Why is it Bagshas?

When I think of it, a demonic echo of giggling sounds echoes in my mind.

Chapter 150: Strange Friends (X)

Sister Tang crouched down and sneaked into the swimming pool, or to be more precise, the aquarium. She found the passage to the second floor ten minutes ago and slipped in.

A hundred meters below the ground, the air is not thin.

She felt like she was trudging, and when she slid into the passage that looked like a large water pipe, what came into view was an extremely wide swimming pool, like a huge drainage ditch.

There was green liquid flowing inside, and bubbles were constantly coming out.

But this is not the full view of the second floor of the laboratory. Ice-blue light comes from the four corners and refracts on the glass in the front. Various strange animals are swimming in the glass.

Such as the underwater passage in an aquarium.

Soon she stopped moving. Ten meters ahead, there were groups of giant pythons lying. They were freaks sleeping in this small aquarium.

Sister Tang clenched the centipede girl in her hand.

She didn't want to come to the second floor at first. It was all thanks to An Ran's collapse and fall. Because all the monsters on the upper floor woke up from their slumber, they rushed over following the smell and blocked all the exits.

She had to find another way, so she went deeper. Soon Sister Tang was shocked by the scene deeper inside. It was a place called the incubator, and there were a large number of humanoid monsters lying in the incubators who had not yet awakened.

Sister Tang no longer had time to destroy them all, and the number of monsters pouring in was too large for her to handle alone. Moreover, fighting them would most likely cause the monsters in the incubator to wake up prematurely, so she would be in an extremely dangerous situation.

Fortunately, she finally found the passage leading to the lower level. No one would have thought that the passage was hidden in the drainpipe under the dissection table.

Such drains were supposed to be used to handle autopsy debris and blood.

"The sky is blue, outside the window..."

Along with the sudden vibration in his pocket, a sad cell phone ringtone sounded, and the sound spread throughout the aquarium, waking up the sleeping snakehead.

They opened their black eyes and looked in the direction of the sound.

Sister Tang was pulled back from her memories. She touched her cell phone with a pale face and stared at the pythons, feeling a little desperate.

The giant python began to slowly crawl towards the intruder, spitting out its terrifying tongue.

Sister Tang cursed the person on the other end of the phone a thousand times in her heart, but this was also her own mistake. Executives were required to wear wireless headphones and turn off their cell phones when performing tasks, but she did not do either of them.

"Stop, stop, stop! Let me answer the phone first!"

Sister Tang angrily gestured to the pythons to stop, not caring whether they could understand or not.

The pythons turned their heads and looked at each other.

"If you call me at this time, I'll fuck your whole family!" The woman kicked her legs in anger, furious.

"I'm sorry to bother you at this time, Ms. Tang." The man on the other end of the phone apologized.

"Don't you know that this is a matter of life and death for me! Tell me quickly! Who are you? What are you doing!" She glanced at the group of pythons that had stopped.

"I'm the financial advisor of the Mu Mingshan Foundation. We understand that your financial situation has been a bit tight recently, so we recommend you a few investment stocks. We also have futures, bonds, real estate, and foreign exchange..."

"Hey, hey, hey! Wait a minute! Are you guys all so straightforward now? Why don't you use some professional academic terms to set the stage and confuse me?"

Sister Tang stared at the phone with wide eyes.

"I have considered your current life-and-death situation." The financial advisor on the other end of the phone responded rather tactfully.

"Have you investigated what I do?" Sister Tang suddenly felt confused.

"From what I understand, Ms. Tang, you are an excellent executive."

"What is the job of an executive officer?" Sister Tang looked at the pythons apologetically, "Wait for me for a few minutes, it will be done soon."

"It's a very dangerous job, a crusade..." The person on the other end of the phone obviously noticed something and started to sound timid.

"Then why the hell did you call me? Do you believe me when I say I'm calling you in front of a bunch of freaks?"

"I'm also being forced by my boss to talk to you..." the man on the other end of the phone muttered softly.

"Fuck! I invested all the money in this fund of yours!" Sister Tang was so shocked that she trembled and the sword in her hand almost slipped out of her hand and fell to the ground.

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while, and then the financial advisor said:

"Ms. Tang, according to our investigation, your total deposit balance is only 100,000. Even if you give it all to me, the return will not be high."

"You know me so well, aren't you afraid that I will ask the special forces to investigate you?" Sister Tang was both angry and amused.

"You learned about loan services at the bank a month ago and submitted a service application. We estimated your current assets based on this application."

"So this is why you wasted all my time? You know I can't manage money, but you still harass me?"

Sister Tang exchanged her hands, the cell phone and the sword. She felt a little tired from standing, so she leaned against the glass wall.

The person on the other end of the phone said sincerely:

"Based on our estimate of your property, it can be sold..."

"You're even planning on my house!" Sister Tang exclaimed. She hadn't expected that the financial management industry in District 3 had become so inward-looking that it had reached such a terrible point.

"Of course, there is a second way."

"Talk about it!"

"Recommend you to take out a loan." The financial advisor revealed his real purpose.